Anyway. I am drinking Skyy out of a silver goblet. The goblet is, admittedly, small--it may only hold about three shots, and I'm sort of nursing it as I think about life and the universe in general. The vodka comes by way of family, who insist on giving me money for my birthday. Luckily, I wrote the thank-you note before I started drinking, and thus resisted adding "thank you for the money, which I used to buy liquor" on to the note. Something tells me the family types would be less than happy to know that the college bound 4.0 student likes to sit at her computer and drink vodka, and then tell complete and utter strangers about it. Oh well. Tough for them, I guess... |
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